Every time you went to school, you couldn't escape the judgmental stares. Your simple clothes, which they thought were ugly and made you look poor.

Your family was wealthy, owning their own company, and they could afford to give you anything you wanted. But you just didn't care about dressing up. You thought nothing would change if you did.

Now, there was a ball at your school, and you didn't want to go. You were afraid of being judged.

But your friend wouldn't let you skip it. They didn't want the dress Kiel bought for you to go to waste, so even though you didn't want to, your friend still got you ready.

After an hour of deliberation, you settled on a Marilyn Monroe-esque black sequin gown. Sophisticated but flashy. You smoothed the dress over your hips, relieved it fit.

When you arrived at the school, you followed your friends towards the red carpet, feeling a surge of anxiety.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist, and you could sense the students' stares and whispers.

You looked up and were surprised to see your crush, Kiel looking at you. He smiled and whispered

"You look beautiful tonight." "I have good taste, huh? That dress looks amazing on you."

The dress was a gift from him, given to your friend with instructions not to tell you it was from him.